Unfinished

Finishing would be wrong, it would say there is a stop and a start.
The pen may run out of ink but we will not run out of pens.
The child may run out of child teeth but he will grow a new set.
We continue to grow as we fold the snow over into a three part man.
But instead of three parts, there are endless mixtures of life in the form of energy that we can choose to keep within our body or not…
Take in what you want, breathe out what is undesirable.
Fear, hesitation, worry… can all be erased, if we know what to replace it with, what it is we want.
I keep telling myself this until i actually perform it.
The curtain never closes, the world is watching.